Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2007 21:28:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Baron
Subject: The Auction
The Auction
Copyright 2007 by hgo469@yahoo.com
All Rights Reserved
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex
between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where
reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now [for that matter you
would be better moving now].
This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure
coincidence, nothing more; however, some of the fruits of my imagination do
get their start from things that happened in the past, either to me or to
someone I know. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in
real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.
If you like this let me know - questions and constructive criticism will be
acknowledged - flames will be ignored.
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I've always been basically a city boy; however, I do enjoy the
countryside as well, which is how I ended up living in a small resort town
in the mountains. From time to time I would have to go down to the city
just to get away for a bit - sort of a cure for 'mountain fever' if you
will. Of course, the fact that it was only about a two-hour drive had
something to do with it as well.
It was late on Friday afternoon before I could get away, since it
was winter it was already starting to get dark and more than a bit cool
before I even got on the road. By the time I made it down the mountain far
enough to hit the freeway it was full dark.
As I hit the on-ramp I saw someone standing beside the road with his thumb
out; he wasn't dressed for the weather and looked like he was freezing. I'd
always been one to pick up hitchhikers, particularly handsome young males,
and even in the evening gloom I could see that he was quite cute.
I pulled onto the shoulder and lowered the right side window as the boy ran
up to my car. As he got closer I could see that all he had on was a very
light shirt - it was much too cold to be out dressed like that. As he
approached the window he breathlessly announced that he had a friend with
him who was sitting down behind a small clump of bushes to stay out of the
raw wind.
"Well, tell him to get his ass over here if he wants a ride," I said.
The boy waved his arm and a second boy, wearing only a short-sleeve shirt
and jogging shorts jumped up and ran to the car. The first boy climbed into
the front seat while his friend hopped into the back. When the doors were
closed I pulled back out onto the highway and headed toward the city.
"Thanks for stopping," the boy in the back said. "I think I was going to
freeze to death in a few more minutes." He rubbed his arms and tried to
stop his teeth from chattering as he spoke.
"Why were you hiding back there while your friend was out on the roadway?"
I asked.
"We had both been standing there together for some time and no one stopped
so we decided to try just one of us. A couple of people stopped, but when
we told them that there were two of us the pulled away." The boy in the
front spoke while rubbing his hands together in front of the vent. "We
didn't expect to be out this late and didn't have any warm clothes - it was
a lot warmer around here this afternoon."
I nodded my agreement and we got to the business of exchanging names and
then I asked them just where they were headed.
"We live in the city, just west of the river, we're next door neighbors.
Where are you headed?"
"I'm just going down for a weekend of shopping and partying. There isn't a
whole lot to do up on the mountain until the ski resorts open for the
winter."
"It sure feels like it is cold enough to snow right now," the boy in the
front who's name I had found out was Alan.
"True, it is cold enough, but there hasn't been any snow yet," I replied.
We rode on in silence for a few minutes. Art, the other boy, leaned forward
between the seats, his hand resting against my shoulder and his fingers
almost drawing little circles. I didn't say anything, but when I shifted
slightly in my seat so that I drew away just a bit his hand followed,
telling me that it wasn't something accidental.
I still hadn't had a real good look at my two passengers, as the highway
was very dark. There was a truck stop restaurant a couple of miles up and I
decided to stop there to get a better look at my guests.
As I pulled off the road I said, "I need to take a leak and get something
warm to drink, what about you guys?"
Both boys nodded in agreement and then Art said, "Only we don't have any
money for anything. That's why we were hitching; we didn't have the money
to take the bus. Dummy here," he swatted Alan on the back of the head,
"managed to lose our money on the bus coming up here and then didn't notice
it until later, after the bus was long gone."
"What were you doing up here in the first place?" I asked.
"One of our friends from school moved up here and we were coming up to
visit as a surprise - only the surprise was on us as he wasn't home, no one
was. That's when we discovered that the money was gone." Art took another
playful swing at Alan only this time Alan managed to duck away and Art's
hand knocked up against my shoulder again.
"Sorry," he stammered.
"No problem," I said laughing. "Then I take it that you guys are also a bit
hungry to go with being cold."
They both nodded again.
"Well, perhaps I can do something about that as well."
"You don't have to get us anything, just picking us up out of the cold was
more than enough." Art gave Alan a hard look as he said that.
I didn't say anything, just parked the car and motioned the boys to follow
me into the building. Once inside I took a moment to look them over - they
were both appeared to be in their late teens and looked enough alike to be
twins. The main difference between them was that Alan had short dark hair
while Art's hair was rather long and kind of a dirty blond color. Alan's
shorts showed that there didn't seem to be any hair on his legs and I
wondered if that was also true about the rest of his body. Both boys were
about 5'8" and didn't appear to have any extra weight anywhere. I rather
doubted that either of them had ever had to shave, they only had a fine
dusting of peach-fuzz on their upper lips. To say the least they were
lovely and I could feel my cock stirring - one of the reasons I was going
to the city was that I was very horny and having these two Adonis clones
with me wasn't doing anything to alleviate the problem.
I had hoped that I might see something more in the rest room only they each
went into a stall and closed the door. Oh well, I would just have to fill
in the blanks with my imagination.
I bought all of us something to eat and drink - the boys protested, but not
too hard, they both were ravenous and wolfed their food down as if they
were never going to see food again. We kept the conversation light and I
learned that they actually lived only about a block away from the motel
where I always stayed.
Back in the car Alan continued to rub his fingers against my shoulder while
Art seemed to fall asleep. I turned on the radio once we were out of the
mountains and found a station that all of us could enjoy. There wasn't much
more conversation until we were near my destination.
"Do you want me to take you right to your houses?" I asked.
"No, it isn't that far and our parents give us a real hard time whenever we
hitchhike. We'll just get out at your motel, as it is only a block away."
Art had come back to life and nodded his agreement.
We said our good-byes and they headed off up the street while I went into
the office to register. I wondered if I shouldn't have made an effort to
get them to join me, but decided that I would have plenty of company a bit
later on - Jerome, the owner and bartender at 'The Subway' had said that he
had a couple of new boys and was sure that I would want to give them a try.
Jerome was not what anyone would call handsome or hunky, but he did manage
to acquire some of the loveliest boys, ready to be used and/or abused
however a proper top wanted to use/abuse them. I had my leather and bondage
toys in the trunk and was looking forward to this evening. The motel where
I stayed was owned/run by another top man and all of his housekeeping staff
doubled as his personal slaves. From time to time he had loaned one or two
to me and his rooms were all equipped for serious bondage with a carport
between each unit so that you didn't have to worry about disturbing the
guys next door. As I moved my car into the carport for my room I saw that
Alan and Art were still across the street, but they didn't seem to be
watching me so I just took my bags out of the car and went inside.
* * * * *
I had just finished taking my shower and was laying out the leathers that I
planned to wear that evening when someone knocked on my door. I wasn't
expecting anyone, but Howard, the motel's owner, had been known to send a
boy down to visit a regular guest so I quickly wrapped a towel around
myself and opened the door.
SURPRISE! It wasn't one of Howard's boys, it was Alan and Art, and they
were carrying a small duffel bag.
"Uh, ... may we come in?" Art asked hesitantly. "I hope we didn't get you
out of the shower."
"No, I had just finished," I said as I stepped aside, allowing the two boys
to enter.
Alan started to say something until his eyes fell on my leathers laid out
on the bed, and then he just stopped and starred while poking Art in the
ribs and pointing.
"Are ... are those yours? Uh, I mean, do you wear them?" Alan asked as he
feasted his eyes on my shiny black leathers.
"Yes, they most certainly are mine, and I planned to wear that when I go to
'The Subway' later this evening."
" 'The Subway', that's where we want to go, only they keep telling us that
we are too young to come in. We don't want to drink, we just would like to
be kept in one of the cages or displayed against the wall."
Well, what do you know; my two little hitchers were into bondage and wanted
to show themselves off in public. This weekend was looking better and
better all the time.
"Okay boys, so what is in the bag?" I asked.
"Our toys," Art said. "Alan said that you didn't say anything when he
started playing with your arm and then when you said you were staying here
we decided to take a chance and see if you would at least be willing to
play a little bit with us."
"Okay, then show me what you have," I pointed at the bag.
Silently the two boys started pulling things from the duffel. It wasn't a
lot, but for two boys their age it was something. Many of the items were
homemade, and they were using various sized dog collars for leather wrist
and ankle restraints, some quite cleverly so that they could be
disassembled and no one would know just what they were used for.
"So, which one of you is the top?"
"That's the problem, Sir, we both want to be the bottom and that just
doesn't work out.
"No, it certainly doesn't," I replied, looking at two woolen serapes that
were folded in the bottom of the bag. "And what do you use those for?" I
asked.
"If someone comes to the door when we are nude we can throw one of those on
and cover ourselves."
An interesting way to handle that problem, I was impressed, but I didn't
say anything about it just yet.
"Okay boys, now I do see one major problem, I'm standing here in just a
towel and you two slaves are fully dressed. Doesn't that sound a bit
strange?"
The boys looked at each other and then in unison said, "Sorry Sir," as they
quickly stripped, tossing their clothing into the now empty duffel.
"That's better," I said with a smile, "Now, let's see about using some of
those toys you brought with you. I want each of you collared and some of
those smaller collars around your ankles and wrists."
You would have thought that I had cracked a whip, they quickly complied
with my instructions and then handed me a small cloth bag and a ring of
keys.
"There are some locks that fit the buckles in the bag and this ring has all
of the keys on it."
"Okay, put your hands together in front of you," I said and then locked
their wrists together.
Next I pulled their hands over their heads and locked their wrists to the
collar.
"Now, I think that you are about as helpless as you can be and still be
able to move around. How does that feel?"
The boys looked at each other and pulled on their bondage a little bit.
"This is nice, Sir," Alan said, "I don't think I could get loose even if I
had the key in my hand."
I nodded my agreement. "Now, which one of you is going to be answering my
questions?"
The boys looked at each other for a moment and then Art said, "I guess I
will, Sir."
"Great," I sat down in a rather comfortable overstuffed chair, "then Alan,
you need to start working on Art's cock as he is going to be fucking you
while answering questions and the only lubrication he is going to have is
your spit."
Alan dropped to his knees and took Art's 61/2-inches of uncut tubesteak
into his mouth, slobbering spit up and down its length until it was
dripping.
I pulled him away from the erection he was working on, and pulled his head
down into my crotch. "You can work on this while he reams out your
asshole."
Art had a bit of trouble aiming his rigid cock into his partner's anus, but
where there is a will, there is a way and soon he was buried all the way to
his pubes in Alan's clutching rectum.
"Okay, let's start with an easy one, 'When do you guys have to be back home
tonight?'"
"Probably next Wednesday evening at the earliest," Art replied between
strokes as he plowed his captive friend's asshole.
"Doesn't anyone care about where you are?"
"Yes, but they won't be home until then."
"And where are they?"
"My dad and Alan's mom work together as a driving team for a nationwide
trucking company, so they aren't home all that often."
I nodded my understanding, Alan's talents as a cocksucker were making it
extremely difficult to concentrate on my questions and his answers, but
knowing that no one would be expecting them home right away was giving me
some ideas.
"We live next door to each other," Art added. "Actually our parents, there
are only the two, live in one half of the duplex and we live in the other."
Art started to say something else only his voice faded as he started
blowing his load of hot boy-juice into his partner's love canal.
At that moment Alan sucked my erection deep into his throat as I too blew
my load. Getting two loads at the same time seemed to be all it took and
Alan shot his load onto the floor without anyone touching his throbbing
cock.
As his orgasm subsided Art's knees weakened and he collapsed onto his
helpless friend, pushing both of them into the pool of jism on the floor.
I sat back to catch my breath after my own orgasm and to watch my two bound
boys as they squirmed around, trying to sit back up, away from the rapidly
cooling pool of creamy white boy slime.
"So, who looks after you guys when your parents are out of town?" I asked
as my breathing returned to normal.
"Uh, officially my Grandmother," Alan said, only she lives all the way
across town and hasn't been here in almost two years." He gave me a lovely
smile.
"Then I take it that no one is expecting you home tonight and that story
about getting into trouble if you were seen getting out of my car when we
arrived was all bullshit, yes?"
"Yes, uh... I mean no Sir, w-what did you have in mind?"
"You said that you have wanted to visit 'The Subway', right?"
"Uh, yes, but we are underage and haven't been allowed to enter."
I nodded, "Yes, that is generally the case, only I was thinking about
bringing you guys there after-hours."
Both of the boys looked at me questioningly.
"After the bar closes there is a private party in the upstairs rooms, I'm
sure Jerome would be willing to welcome you there."
The two bound boys face's lit up like I had just declared an extra
Christmas.
"Now, everyone on the bed, we have plenty of time to take a nap as I
suspect that we won't be getting any sleep later tonight."
The three of us lay down on the bed. I hugged the boys up against me and
all of us drifted off to sleep.
* * * * *
I awoke to the lovely sensation of the boys each sucking on one of my
nipples. I just lay there for a few minutes enjoying the sensation as my
cock slowly grew into another erection. Alan was the first to notice the
hard-on and he wiggled down until he was able to capture the rigid pole in
his mouth, a moment later Art joined him, taking first one and then the
other of my cum-filled nuts into his hot moist oral cavity.
As much as I was enjoying the efforts the boys were putting into their
tasks I realized that it was time for us to get ready to go and I was sure
that I would have ample opportunities to shoot off the load of jism I was
building as well as several more.
Slowly I sat up and rubbed each of the still helpless young men on the
head. "Sorry to interrupt your efforts, but it's time to get ready," I
said.
Reluctantly the boys released their oral holds on my cock and balls. "What
do we have to do to get ready?" Alan asked.
"Not all that much, but we all need a shower and I have a couple of other
things we need to do before we leave."
The boys followed me into the bathroom where I turned on the shower and
adjusted it to a comfortable temperature. "Generally I require my slave
boys to take their showers with only cold water, but for you two guys I'm
going to make an exception," I said with a smile. "Now, who is first?"
"Aren't we going to take our showers together?" Art asked, "And how are we
going to soap up with our hands like this?" He pulled his hands against the
collar around his neck.
"Not to worry, I have all of that covered, but I was referring to who gets
the first enema?"
The boys looked at each other for a moment, finally Alan spoke, "We've
never had an enema before, will it hurt?"
"Well, it can be a bit uncomfortable, particularly if it is too hot or too
cold ... or just too much for that matter."
I put a few drops of soap into the enema bag and filled it with luke-warm
water. "Now, who's first?"
Alan stepped forward, "I will," he said, his voice a bit shaky.
I had Art sit down on the toilet and then Alan bent over until he could
take Art's rigid cock in his mouth. "Now just stand there until I tell you
to move," I said as I worked the nozzle into the bent-over boy's asshole.
I released the clamp, allowing the water to slowly fill Alan's rectum. When
the bag was empty his belly was quite extended. "Now, clench your asshole
tight so that you don't spill a drop until I tell you you can."
Alan continued to work on Art's cock, but I could see that he was growing
more and more uncomfortable with the soapy water sloshing around in his
rectum. Finally I stood him up, pulled Art off the toilet and allowed Alan
to sit down.
"Keep that sphincter tight," I said as I bent Art over, "Just concentrate
on Art's cocksucking and don't allow any of that water to escape."
I worked the nozzle into Art and slowly a quart of warm soapy water filled
his bowels. His belly expanded just like Alan's and I have to control
myself to keep from giving the helpless boy a good spanking, just for the
hell of it.
Once Art was full and the nozzle was removed I allowed Alan to release his
sphincter and he exploded into the toilet bowl. Now the boys changed places
and I once again filled Alan with warm water. I wanted both of the boys to
be very clean for the start of their night's activities.
After each of the boys had had three enemas I declared them clean, released
their hands and the three of us took a long hot shower. I had to restrain
them from taking up where they had left off on my cock and balls, but we
really didn't have time for that now.
Back in the bedroom I quickly dressed in my black leather harness, pants,
shirt and jacket. The boys had their hands tied behind them and then I
pulled one of the serapes over each of their heads and led them out to my
car. This time both of them sat in the back as I headed off to a night at
'The Subway' that no one was going to forget any time soon.
* * * * *
The main public bar at 'The Subway' occupied most of the first floor of an
old commercial building in the warehouse district. Jerome owned the entire
building and since there was an auto ramp that led to the upper floors he
allowed some of his special customers to park up there as well as having
some private party rooms for 'after-hours' parties and living on the top
floor in an apartment that you just wouldn't believe.
I pulled up to the auto door, told whoever was on the intercom who I was
and that I had a couple of specials for the evenings party. The roll-up
door rattled open and I drove up to the fourth floor. The boys hadn't said
anything until we were inside the building, then they whispered to each
other, surprised that were was so much more than just the downstairs
bar. Jerome always tried to make those who didn't know better that the rest
of the building was empty, or just filled with regular warehouse stuff. He
did rent out some of the space for storage, but mostly that was just for
show so that no one would know just what he was doing with the rest of the
space.
I took the boys into the fourth floor party room - the bar was already open
and a couple of customers were sitting there nursing a drink. Up on the
stage at one end of the room there were a couple of cages, an 'X'-cross, a
regular cross and a couple of square frames. Each of the cages already
contained three boys, naked except for a chastity belt and a leather hood,
their hands cuffed behind their backs. I led my boys over to the square
frames and spread-eagled them, leaving their bodies covered by the serapes.
"If I hear so much as a single word out of you guys without permission
you'll be wearing hoods like those guys for the rest of the night and I do
think you would really enjoy seeing what goes on in here."
The boys nodded their agreement and I headed to the bar.
In the next few minutes a few others arrived, the two crosses were used up
by a couple of very hunky young men and several additional guys were shoved
into the two cages until there was barely room for any of the captives to
even move around. Not all of them were bound and those who had use of their
hands were having their fun picking and poking at those who were helpless.
The clock behind the bar showed that it was after last call downstairs and
in short order the room filled with hot and horny men. Some of them had
slaves with them - the slaves were in various states of undress, standing
behind their Masters, waiting to see what would happen to them next. After
the stage was filled some Masters chained their boys with the fetters that
covered parts of the walls as well as on the floor by some of the tables.
Suddenly, the music stopped and when I looked up to the stage Jerome was
there with a microphone in his hand.
"Welcome friends, it's the second Saturday night of the month at 'The
Subway', and you all know what that means."
Someone in the crowd shouted "Slave Auction"! and there was a round of
cheers, laughs and applause.
"Right! And from the looks of things we have a full house of slaves and
bidders with us tonight. Some of these slaves are being sold for very short
duration use, while others are permanent sales. We even have a couple of
slaves up here who have put their selves up for sale - all proceeds from
those sales will be given to the AIDS hospice as well as a third of all
other proceeds.
"The rules are the same as always, all short term slaves must be returned
to their Master in the same condition they were in when they were sold, no
new tattoos, piercings or brands without their Master's written permission
in advance. Any underage slaves may not leave this building except in the
possession of the Master that brought them; however, they may be taken to
one of my special dungeons down on three.
"Now to get things started I'm going to introduce tonight's auctioneer,
Gregory."
A spotlight found me and I stood up to a combination of catcalls and
applause. I looked up and saw that my two boys had real worried looks on
their faces as I walked up to the stage.
I reached under their serapes and squeezed their rigid cocks, "Don't worry,
you're going to have a great time and I won't let anything happen to you
guys," I said in a whisper before taking the microphone from Jerome and
addressing the crowd.
"Yes, I brought those two with me, and you don't get to see what's under
the serapes unless you win them at auction and I do reserve the right to
bid on them myself. All proceeds from their sales go to the hospice so I'm
not bidding just to make money for myself."
There was another round of applause.
"Now, someone bring up slave number one."
One of the hooded and chastity belted boy who was in the cage when I first
arrived was brought out onto the front of the stage. I picked up the sheet
that gave the particulars on this slave.
"This boy is being offered for permanent placement - his Master has been
transferred out of the country and can't take him along. The slave is
twenty years old and in good health. He has been a slave since he was ten;
his father who couldn't afford to feed him sold him to his current
Master. He has no identity documents and was born in Panama. He speaks
English and Spanish. His Master has educated him as best he could and asks
that all of the proceeds from his sale be given to the hospice. "What do I
have as a starting bid?"
The bidding was fast and furious; it wasn't often that a young man like
this was being offered for permanent sale. Finally the bidding ended and
the winning bidder sent his other slave up to claim his new purchase. The
hooded young man had some trouble getting down the stairs but then he was
led to his new Master and the three of them quickly left the room. I felt a
bit sorry for that boy, obviously he had been with a fairly kind Master in
the past as there weren't any scars or marks on his body. I knew the Master
who bought him and knew that he would end up feeling a lot of pain.
One after another I sold off the boys on the stage as well as some slaves
who were brought up from the audience by their Masters as the auction
progressed. From time to time I looked back at my two boys, I could tell
that they were both worried about just what was going to happen to them so
I just gave them a bit of an evil leer and returned to my duties.
"I guess that's about all we have this month," I said as I dropped the
gavel on the last of the boys from the cages.
"What about those two in the back, the ones you brought? You haven't
auctioned them off yet," said a voice from the back of the room.
"Oh, yeah! I forgot about them," I said with a smile. "Those two have to go
as a pair and since they are still only 16 they can't be taken out of the
building. So is anyone still interested?"
Bids started coming from all over the room before I even said anything
about starting. I motioned to one of the men helping with the slaves and
had him remove the boys from their frames, again locking their hands behind
them, but leaving the serapes covering their bodies.
I made a few bids myself, but the price quickly grew beyond what I felt I
could spend on something that I'd already had and would have again when the
bidder was finished.
Standing right beside me Alan whispered, "You didn't tell us that you were
going to auction us off."
"No I didn't, are you unhappy about it?"
He shook his head and smiled.
Finally the bidding ended and the winning bidder mounted the stage alone
with the two slaves he had brought with him and two others that he had
bought.
He carefully lifted a corner of each serape to see just what he had
bought. "Just checking, a few months back Jerome did something like this
and it turned out that the two hidden slaves were female. I wasn't the
buyer, but well, I wasn't going to put out that much money and then not get
what I wanted."
I laughed a bit, I could see Jerome pulling something like that and I
doubted that he required the buyer to pay if he didn't want to.
The Master nodded and then directed his six slaves to follow him to the
special dungeon Jerome maintained downstairs.
Once they were gone Jerome motioned for me to join him upstairs in his
private quarters where I knew he had a complete video system to watch what
was happening in that downstairs dungeon.
We settled down to watch, with two of Jerome's slaves providing additional
entertainment as we watched the action.
* * * * *
The Master didn't seem to have to say anything to his experienced
boys. They quickly removed the t-shirts and shorts they were wearing and
also the serapes from my boys. All of the boys had their hands cuffed
behind them. They were arranged in a daisy chain and then each of the
helpless boys had a vibrating butt-plug inserted in his rectum.
"Now," the Master said, "we are going to play a game. The way it works is
that whomever cums first loses; however, the slave who makes him cum
wins. You two," he pointed to his experienced slaves, "had better win or
you will be wishing that you had."
They inserted the same kind of butt-plugs into each other, only they were a
lot larger, and then their Master cuffed their hands behind them. They
joined the Daisy chain and got to work, the Master just sat back and
lightly rubbed his own erection as he watched the six captive boys trying
to make one another cum.
After a few minutes we heard one of the boys trying to stifle his moans as
he shot his cum into the sucking mouth at his crotch. I was very surprised
when he marked one of his boys with the negative 1 and Alan with the plus
1. I didn't know what Alan would get for winning, but I was quite sure that
the loser was going to be very sorry.
Slowly the other boys all shot their loads and each one was marked with
both a plus and minus number. Alan surprised me as he also managed to hold
out until he was number five to shoot.
"You have done a very good job, I just wish I could take you home with
me. I'm sure I could use a talented boy like you."
Alan smiled a little.
"Okay boy, since you won you are going to sit back for a little bit while
the rest of these losers get what they have coming."
He lined up the five boys. "You," he pointed at Art, "are lucky, I can't do
a whole lot to you, but you are going to feel a bit of the pain for sure."
He pulled out the largest butt-plug Art had ever seen, and after rubbing a
bit of lubricant on it he started pressing it into Art's rectum.
Art held out as long as he would, but finally he started to whimper and
then asked the Master not to push it in any deeper. The Master smiled and
gave the brutal rubber toy another push and it popped into the helpless
boys asshole.
"See, it fit," the Master said with a leer. "My boy there sleeps every
night with one a whole lot larger than that, don't you boy?"
"Y-yes Sir," The boy replied.
"See?"
Art nodded, but I could see that he was in a lot of pain.
The other four boys were all tied over a padded rail, their butts in the
air.
"I don't want to hear a sound except the count from each of you as well as
your request for another, is that clear?"
All four of the slaves nodded their agreement. The Master picked up a large
wooden paddle and started swinging it through the air, occasionally
connecting with one of the boys upturned butt.
As the paddle connected the boy it hit called out, "One, thank you Sir, may
I have another?"
When one of the boys lost count he made all of them start over. Then he
turned back to Alan and Art.
"Start sucking my cock," he said to Art, "because your spit is going to be
the only lubricant there will be when I shove it into your little friend
there."
Art grimaced with the pain in his rectum as he turned to take the Master's
rigid fuck-pole into his mouth. The Master was quite well hung and Art had
to stretch his mouth as wide as he could to take it all. After a little bit
the Master took hold of Art's hair and shoved the huge member deep into the
helpless boy's throat, temporarily cutting off his breathing until he
pulled back a bit to allow the boy to draw breath. Art was somewhat worried
about Alan taking the huge cock and wondered which was worse, the huge plug
in his asshole or taking the Master's horse-cock with only a little bit of
spit for lubrication.
The Master pulled his monster dick from the boy's mouth and then directed
Alan to bend over the same long rail the other boys were still over.
"Get over here and start sucking your friend's cock to keep his mind off
what I'm doing back here. But just a warning, if he cums I have an even
bigger plug for you."
Art shuddered and worked his way over to take Alan's now deflated cock into
his mouth.
The Master rubbed the head of his monster against the rosebud of Alan's
anus, a small amount of pre-cum painted the tightly clenched opening,
providing a bit of additional lube as he started working the huge tool into
the helpless boy's asshole. Alan was determined not to cry out as the huge
invader penetrated his rectum, but it wasn't easy. He realized that it
wasn't as large as the plug Art had in him, but Art had always been the one
more willing to take things up his anus.
Slowly the Master pressed deeper and deeper into the tightly gripping
sheath of the boy's anus, pulling back a bit when he encountered resistance
only to press forward again a moment later. And then with a mighty lunge
his pubic bush pressed against the smooth ass-cheeks of the teenaged
boy. The Master held his position for a bit, enjoying the feelings that the
boy's anus was providing as it attempted to shit out the invader. Then he
pulled back until only the huge mushroom of the cockhead still impaled the
boy, and then he drove forward in a single thrust, again burying himself
inside the boy.
At the same time he brought his hands around the boy's chest and began
rubbing and pinching the stiff nubbins of the helpless teen's nipples. The
multiple sensations were overwhelming and it was all Alan could to do to
prevent himself from shooting his cum into Art's sucking mouth, but Alan
didn't want to see his friend suffering through a still larger butt-plug.
Suddenly the Master gave a mighty bellow and blew his own ball snot deep
into the bowels of the boy under him. Alan could feel the hot jism filling
him in much the same manner as the enema he had been given earlier. Finally
Alan could feel the invader starting deflate and then the Master pulled
himself free from Alan's love canal with an audible "pop!"
The Master sat down on a nearby chain, pulling Alan with him. "Okay, clean
it, slave," he ordered, pulling Alan's face into his crotch. Now even more
than before Alan was very glad that he had been given that enema so that
the monster cock before him wasn't covered with shit.
Alan did as he was told, licking and sucking on the now flaccid tool,
removing all traces of the jism explosion and making the Master happy.
The Master inspected his slowly raising cock and decided that Alan had done
a satisfactory job of cleaning it.
Neither Alan or Art had had their hands released at any time during this
rather intense session and now, after pulling out the butt-plug from Art's
abused rectum he only draped the serapes over the two boys and took them
back up to the party room.
* * * * *
There were a few guys still there when the three of them walked in and the
ones who knew the Master also knew that they boy's rectums were going to be
extremely tender for a few days at least.
Jerome and I were also in the party room and neither of us let on that we
had seen everything that had happened there.
"Mighty nice boys, surely worth what I paid for them, just wish that I
could have taken them home with me for a few days."
"Still, you have two new boys there now, are you going to keep all four of
them?"
"Haven't made up my mind yet, don't worry, if I do decide to get rid of any
of them I'll bring them back here for sale - after all I bought them here."
He shook hands with Jerome and left the room.
"He won't stay downstairs now, While I've never told him that the room is
wired for sound and video, I'm sure he suspects. In any case he has a much
more complete dungeon than any of the ones I loan out."
I said my good-byes and ushered my charges back to the car. They both had
some difficulty sitting but that didn't stop me from belting them into the
car before we headed back to my hotel.
* * * * *
Back in the hotel room I released the boys from their bondage and pointed
them to the shower - they didn't need any encouragement. A few minutes
later, after I had removed my leathers, I joined them and all three of us
enjoyed the hot shower spray.
When we had finished and returned to the bedroom the sky was just starting
to grow light. All three of us were exhausted and the boys didn't even
suggest that they were going home, they just collapsed on either side of me
on the bed and in only a few minutes all three of us were asleep.
The boys stayed around all day on Sunday and I took them out for brunch and
Dinner. Sunday night they did talk a bit about going home, but it was only
talk and the three of us again spent the night together. This time I
allowed them to spread-eagled me on the bed and they took turns fucking my
face. While I've been a top for a long time, I started out as a bottom and
still enjoy it from time to time with the right guy(s). While I sucked each
of them off they played with my cock, bringing me to the edge of orgasm,
but not allowing me to cum. They managed to keep that up for about three
hours, it was agony, but delightful agony to say the least. After they
finally allowed me to cum, and it was one of the largest explosions of jism
I ever remember shooting, we drifted off to sleep again. I had set the
alarm so that they could get ready for school and I could head off for home
and work.
I didn't manage to get back down to the city for almost three months and
when I did the first thing I did was to check out the trailer park when
Alan and Art lived, only it wasn't there any more. I don't mean just that
they had moved on, the entire trailer park was gone and someone was grading
the land for a commercial center. I never saw those boys again, but I'll
always remember them. I can only hope that everything went right for them,
as they were a really hot pair.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was a work of fiction, a product of my imagination. I
hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked
it let me know, it is only from such messages that an author knows his
efforts are appreciated.